Serve Me Up Some Humble Pie

Last Tuesday, the 17th, I bid adieu to my always annoying...tonsils. They have bothered me for years and years, but it seemed that every time I thought about getting them out, something else would come up. Well, the time finally came that I could stand them NO more. I scheduled the date, prepared my clients, and prepared myself...so I thought.
The doctor warned me it would be a pretty painful thing to go through and that I would have to take AT LEAST two weeks off work. I did as he said, but in my head I thought, "wow, I'm going to be pretty bored that last week."

It just so happened that Gregg's coworker got hers taken out a couple weeks before me. Her complaints were never ending, but Gregg and his manager assured me she was weak and that I am much tougher. It shouldn't be so bad for me. I agreed, because I deal with pain every day due to my endometriosis. I believed I was strong. I did have two surgeries just last year and they seemed simple enough. Bring on the pain! I am STRONG! Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is where the humble pie comes in....

OUCH FRIGGITY OUCH!!!! What the heck did they do to my MOUTH?! I knew I was in trouble when I woke up from surgery and already, I was in immense pain. I still tried to be strong and told the nurse it was a three on the pain scale. She supposedly gave me some morphine through my IV, but I felt nothing. She gave me a little more and still nothing...maybe, my IV was just poked through skin not the vein it was suppose to be, who knows? So after that she wheeled me through to the recovery area where Gregg was suppposed to meet me. The pain grew to a ten and I kept trying to tell the new nurse how much pain I was in, but something was wrong with their computers so she was busy on the phone taking care of that. After asking me twice who was here to get me, she finally went and got Gregg, which happend to be an hour after they told him they would come get him. When she finally listened that my pain was at a ten, she said "well, lets get you home then so you can take some painkillers." Um, HELLO!? Can't you shoot me up with some more of that morphine? I thought the first day of surgery was suppose to be painless. Man, was I wrong! It took until the middle of the night for the medicine to catch up to my pain.

The next few days were a blob of pain. I remember looking in my mouth and it looked like someone shot mildew all over it. My Uvula was GINORMOUS. It appeared like something out of a horror movie. Thankfully, my mom and dad came to take care of me after Gregg went back to work. I wasn't eating or drinking enough and taking the whole painkiller was too much for me. I started losing it. I kept seeing black and green dots and when I tried to write to my mom I couldn't remember how to spell anything. I would think of a word and spell a completely different one. Oh, and I almost passed out in the shower. My mom called the Dr. and they got me some nausea medicine and she forced me to drink even though it was excruciating. I later wrote Gregg and note saying, "Amy*(his co-worker), was not over exaggerating."

I'm slowly recovering as of right now. I'm not talking very well quite yet, hence the long post, but I just had to laugh at myself that I thought I was so tough! I wanted to make home made rolls for Thanksgiving and that's NOT happening. I even had tickets to see New Moon on opening night and thought for sure with enough drugs I could go. I completely underestimated the effects a tonsillectomy would have on me. Who knew two little things could cause so much grief?

Has there ever been a time in your life you've had to have some bitter Humble Pie?